Painting

Learning to Paint

I watched my daughter draw a few squiggly lines and put a couple of yellow/brown blobs in the middle and there was a giraffe. I struggled to understand. The lines and the misplaced coloured blobs could never have come out of my mind, yet it worked. Can you learn to paint or is it a gift with which you are born? I’d always thought it was a gift, my drawings forever looked childlike. 
 
To put it to the test I signed up for a beginners Art Class. The word ‘beginner’ is a misnomer. I turned up to the first class with nothing, absolutely nothing. The other beginners turned up with well used brushes, paints, pads, sponges, pencils, jars and boards. Some even had easels (and knew the teacher well). I borrowed the necessary. The journey began.